Toss and Turn

Sometimes sleep eludes me But the cause I’ll never learn; So on those nights I have no choice Except to toss and turn. It’s really quite annoying And results in great concern; My brain is like a roiling sea With waves that crash and churn. It isn’t fair – the night should be When minds get to adjourn; For after daytime stress, some peace Is what we’d hoped to earn. I guess I must accept the fact That though for sleep I yearn, There’ll come a time when I can rest, Quite cozy in my urn!